A record that's getting to be very tough to find and usually costs a good bit when it does turn up. Certainly I paid for this copy.
In my opinion the goofy-ass lyrics could only be a by-product of whiskey consumption. Luckily, those lyrics still sounded pretty good the next morning, in fact turned out to be so catchy that Mr. Toussaint seemingly found it impossible to come up with anything else. Anyway, that's my explanation for this 45. Take it or leave it.
And yeah, it's catchy. I don't even have to play this record for the song to get stuck in my head. My Boy thinks it's so funny that I sing along to this 45 that he shot a little video clip of me at seven months pregnant, bouncing around, mouthing the words [NO, I'm not going to post it].
Hope ya'll enjoy the tune as much as I do.
[oops, I forgot to mention that the Rubaiyats are Allen Toussaint and Willie Harper]